“You can weave your life so long––only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.”
Patricia A. McKillip, The Forgotten Beasts of Eld
What a marvelous novel, I could not put it down at all. I have been away from the joy of reading for far too long, like a child strayed from her home, mind numbed by a world with a painted face, a clown whose heart, beneath a myriad of colors and tricks, lies as hollow and ordinary as a rubber ball.
Okay, maybe I’ve been reading too many fantasy novels.